I remember his brother introduced me to them, yet I couldn't remember who of them introduced himself at first: Bunny or Moonie. But both Namjoon and Jungkook we're as nice as they were fools. Sweet and foolish and young. I wondered if they were too young yet to understand. As far as we've come as much has happened. The sudden ending wasn't expected; especially not because of me. 

The cold wind was chasing around the houses and tried to catch for the heavy clouds while howling its songs along to the rain which drummed against the windows: it was an arching melody; a longing for something I couldn't expain.

Studying was exhausting, examinations were demanding and cleaning up or going out was boring. I didn't have many friends to spend my time with, nor did I know what to do about the less friends I had. I've never been in a relationship, I never met anyone else than Jihyun and neither did I ever do anything different than studying as life had had a bad habit on playing unfair games: I either broke myself a bone or I broke someone's heart.

My life wasn't exiting so far. 

Park Jihyun - who I described as my best friend - was already a name itself. He was popular because of his brother, Park Jimin. We've become close because we've gone through so many things since we met for the first time in elementary school: our first crush, failed grades, depressed moments and trying to smoke or drink something alcoholic because we wanted to be cool. I used to believe being young means doing dumb nonsense, causing trouble and staying up late, getting up early and caring less. As we grew up we became mature. We enjoyed our youth, but as it was over we had to care about being